About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Lana Del Rey - "Video Games"
After watching this the first time, I didn't really get the reaction towards it, thinking it was a bit harsh. But watching it the second time, I'm finding it more and more heinous. Besides how obnoxious I find her mannerisms (and face, to be honest...), her voice routinely reaches this bizarrely flat pitch (1:23-1:26) and she emphasises certain words and phrases really strangely (first five seconds...)
Yeah. The song is quite catchy but she can't really sing. This is kind of how I feel about Selena Gomez (except I actually find her incredibly adorable and endearing); she really can't sing even though she tries. She can sing a basic song decently but give her anything remotely trying on her voice and she sounds horrific.
J
Totally True Shenanigans
Just realized how inanely boring my last two blog posts are. Would it help if I told you I totes hooked up with some incredibly attractive guy last night?
It's completely true.
There I was, walking home from a late night gallavant I'd ventured on. Dressed simply in jeans and t-shirt, he glanced at me from across the street. He, shirtless and glistening, was on his evening run.
"Hey," he said, approaching me. I glanced around, worriedly, and ventured a tentative smile.
"Hi."
Shenanigans ensued. I wonder if I'm pregnant?
J
It's completely true.
There I was, walking home from a late night gallavant I'd ventured on. Dressed simply in jeans and t-shirt, he glanced at me from across the street. He, shirtless and glistening, was on his evening run.
"Hey," he said, approaching me. I glanced around, worriedly, and ventured a tentative smile.
"Hi."
Shenanigans ensued. I wonder if I'm pregnant?
J
The Celebrations Continue
Tomorrow is the 15th day of Chinese New Year so we are having another big family dinner. I have decided to make a "light" dessert (as it will be following massive consumption of unhealthy things) and need ideas.
Tonight, we will be having our second steam boat in the space of two weeks...
I also made some shorts out of a pair of grey skinnies that were too loose for me. Now the shorts are too tight... I hope they will loosen with more washes but I doubt it.
It also occurred to me the other day about how much I feed off of other people's social anxiety. People who know me know how horrifyingly horrifying I can act when I feel awkward or placed in a situation where I have to (God forbid) talk to people. I speak really quietly (it becomes so much more awkward when they ask you two times what you just said... And they judge you, I swear to God, they judge you if you act socially awkward) or sometimes I just don't say anything at all. Even if it's just me and another person, if I feel super awkward I will just shut up until the other person says, "Okay, well, it was good to meet you," and then walks away. Then I'll be left there feeling like a chump but hey, that's better than having to suffer through an awkward conversation... right?
However, when I'm in a conversation where I'm the more confident person, my confidence levels increase tenfold. I lead the conversation, I make jokes, I say outrageous things, I talk LOUDLY and I find myself completely hilarious and charming. I don't know if I'm trying to make the other person feel more inadequate or if I'm trying to make them feel more comfortable. This also applies if I'm talking to people younger than myself. Unless they're hot.
I can't tell you how many times this past holidays I've been asked my older family friends and neighbours how I'm liking uni. I always answer with, "It's alright," and try to play it off cool and nonchalant but really I'm thinking, "Wtf am I supposed to say? I love it? Because I don't love it and lying is wrong, right? Am I supposed to say it's enjoyable? But that just makes me sound like a chump. Saying it's alright is literally the most accurate thing I can possibly say while using the least number of syllables."
They always reply with, "Just alright? Not GREAT?" and I just nod and repeat myself and then look away awkwardly and they look away and start talking to someone with more social skills than my piddly self.
I also find it hilarious that Little Mishelle will talk LOUDER if she's in an awkward situation. On some occasions that is. Sometimes, she'll just not talk at all but sometimes she will talk louder like she's trying to fill in the gaps with sheer volume. It's really quite terrific.
J
Tonight, we will be having our second steam boat in the space of two weeks...
I also made some shorts out of a pair of grey skinnies that were too loose for me. Now the shorts are too tight... I hope they will loosen with more washes but I doubt it.
It also occurred to me the other day about how much I feed off of other people's social anxiety. People who know me know how horrifyingly horrifying I can act when I feel awkward or placed in a situation where I have to (God forbid) talk to people. I speak really quietly (it becomes so much more awkward when they ask you two times what you just said... And they judge you, I swear to God, they judge you if you act socially awkward) or sometimes I just don't say anything at all. Even if it's just me and another person, if I feel super awkward I will just shut up until the other person says, "Okay, well, it was good to meet you," and then walks away. Then I'll be left there feeling like a chump but hey, that's better than having to suffer through an awkward conversation... right?
However, when I'm in a conversation where I'm the more confident person, my confidence levels increase tenfold. I lead the conversation, I make jokes, I say outrageous things, I talk LOUDLY and I find myself completely hilarious and charming. I don't know if I'm trying to make the other person feel more inadequate or if I'm trying to make them feel more comfortable. This also applies if I'm talking to people younger than myself. Unless they're hot.
I can't tell you how many times this past holidays I've been asked my older family friends and neighbours how I'm liking uni. I always answer with, "It's alright," and try to play it off cool and nonchalant but really I'm thinking, "Wtf am I supposed to say? I love it? Because I don't love it and lying is wrong, right? Am I supposed to say it's enjoyable? But that just makes me sound like a chump. Saying it's alright is literally the most accurate thing I can possibly say while using the least number of syllables."
They always reply with, "Just alright? Not GREAT?" and I just nod and repeat myself and then look away awkwardly and they look away and start talking to someone with more social skills than my piddly self.
I also find it hilarious that Little Mishelle will talk LOUDER if she's in an awkward situation. On some occasions that is. Sometimes, she'll just not talk at all but sometimes she will talk louder like she's trying to fill in the gaps with sheer volume. It's really quite terrific.
J
One Long Tirade
Ahh. Just finished One Long Tirade. You may remember I posted that ridiculous outline for that super weird story and then I was all, "Fuck that," and instead decided to write about a family of gangsters?
87 000 words later. My second longest story. I'm finished! I'm pretty chuffed.
J
87 000 words later. My second longest story. I'm finished! I'm pretty chuffed.
J
Saturday, February 4, 2012
The Great Escape
This morning, I put tinted moisturiser on and went to wash my hands in my parents' bathroom. I didn't wash them properly enough and got it ALL OVER my mum's white towel. I came out and hid in the living room and prepared myself for the backlash. While she had a shower, I expected her to yell something ferocious at me. Later, I went back in and saw she had washed the stains off.
FUCKING ACE. Obviously she thought she'd spilled something on there or something and I was off the hook. It was glorious.
Also, in case anyone cares, mum's eye should be fine. It was this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pterygium_(conjunctiva)
J
FUCKING ACE. Obviously she thought she'd spilled something on there or something and I was off the hook. It was glorious.
Also, in case anyone cares, mum's eye should be fine. It was this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pterygium_(conjunctiva)
J
Friday, February 3, 2012
Recommendation
http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-7-most-baffling-things-about-womens-clothes/
Mum is going to the emergency department because her eye has been all bloodshot for the last few days and yesterday her vision went super blurry for a minute and today she's found a lump in it. I told her to see a doctor earlier... She has a lot of eye problems including a glaucoma in the eye in question and has been taking medication for years and years and years. She called up the doctor she usually sees in Charlie's and asked if she could push her appointment up. They said the only way is for her to go to ED.
J
Mum is going to the emergency department because her eye has been all bloodshot for the last few days and yesterday her vision went super blurry for a minute and today she's found a lump in it. I told her to see a doctor earlier... She has a lot of eye problems including a glaucoma in the eye in question and has been taking medication for years and years and years. She called up the doctor she usually sees in Charlie's and asked if she could push her appointment up. They said the only way is for her to go to ED.
J
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Totally Rufus
Evidence of my arts & crafts coma:
This started out as a t-shirt with a little ruffle thing on the front. I think Big Michelle was the only one of my friends to ever see it as I only ever wore it once. She called it cute because she liked the ruffle thing but I abhorred it and never wore it again. It hung way too low both in terms of neckline (holy cleave) and length (it's really tight and stretchy so if you pulled it down far enough it looked like a dress).
As it cost me only $5 from the summer of 2010-11, I decided to refurbish it and make it a half-cardigan. Behold:
I unpicked the central ruffle (which took a ridiculously long time as it was made up of many bits and pieces... and was sewn into the collar bit so I had to resew the collar) and cut the front down the middle (accidentally also nicking the back so I did a botchy sew up of the hole in the back, hurr?). I tidied up the 2 new middle flaps and hemmed the bottom so it was more manageable. As a final decorative touch, I sewed a bunch of random buttons on one side of the half-cardigan (with no matching button holes on the other side because I can't be bothered reinforcing them after cutting them). I'm thinking of attaching lace sleeves under the existing sleeves to give them some length so they'll cover my man arms. Thoughts?
End scene.
J
This started out as a t-shirt with a little ruffle thing on the front. I think Big Michelle was the only one of my friends to ever see it as I only ever wore it once. She called it cute because she liked the ruffle thing but I abhorred it and never wore it again. It hung way too low both in terms of neckline (holy cleave) and length (it's really tight and stretchy so if you pulled it down far enough it looked like a dress).
As it cost me only $5 from the summer of 2010-11, I decided to refurbish it and make it a half-cardigan. Behold:
I unpicked the central ruffle (which took a ridiculously long time as it was made up of many bits and pieces... and was sewn into the collar bit so I had to resew the collar) and cut the front down the middle (accidentally also nicking the back so I did a botchy sew up of the hole in the back, hurr?). I tidied up the 2 new middle flaps and hemmed the bottom so it was more manageable. As a final decorative touch, I sewed a bunch of random buttons on one side of the half-cardigan (with no matching button holes on the other side because I can't be bothered reinforcing them after cutting them). I'm thinking of attaching lace sleeves under the existing sleeves to give them some length so they'll cover my man arms. Thoughts?
End scene.
J
The Mechanics of Treat Day
Magnificent treat day treat just had.
Banana cake piping hot out of the microwave (it was frozen, I defrosted it) with a generous scoop of Connoiseur cookies & cream ice-cream. Holy crow, it was delicious. I would have taken a picture but I was ashamed. I now feel satisfyingly ill and this treat will tide me over for the next week. That's what's good about treat day. It's so tasty but you feel so bad afterwards that you won't want a treat for the next few days... and then in the last few days until treat day, it'll be so close that you'll be able to hold out for it.
I've been thinking about said treat for the last few days.
"Hold out, hold out," I kept telling myself. I was having a major craving for something sugary. So that's when I did the frozen banana thing which was tasty (it was also bizarre. It was so sweet and creamy that I expected that belly ache you tend to get after ingesting too much dairy but afterwards I felt fine which was a pleasant surprise. It sort of snuck up on me even though I should have been expecting it) but straight after I was like, "That was nice... but I still want ice-cream." Is that concerning?
I've also gone into a sort of arts & crafts coma. First, the dress --> skirt then the various shirts --> half cardigans and now I've decided I'm going to create attachable straps to my black high heels to make them Mary-Janes. I think my feet have a weird shape because I tend to step out of my heels when I wear them. At first, I thought I was just buying my shoes all one size too big but when I just stood in them they fit perfectly. But then, after reading a comment from someone else about a tendency to walk straight out of her shoes, I realized that was my problem. I remember on graduation night I wore my new black heels and I was so terrified I was going to walk across the stage and step right out of my shoes and everyone would laugh and I would die...
Where's my velcro?
J
Banana cake piping hot out of the microwave (it was frozen, I defrosted it) with a generous scoop of Connoiseur cookies & cream ice-cream. Holy crow, it was delicious. I would have taken a picture but I was ashamed. I now feel satisfyingly ill and this treat will tide me over for the next week. That's what's good about treat day. It's so tasty but you feel so bad afterwards that you won't want a treat for the next few days... and then in the last few days until treat day, it'll be so close that you'll be able to hold out for it.
I've been thinking about said treat for the last few days.
"Hold out, hold out," I kept telling myself. I was having a major craving for something sugary. So that's when I did the frozen banana thing which was tasty (it was also bizarre. It was so sweet and creamy that I expected that belly ache you tend to get after ingesting too much dairy but afterwards I felt fine which was a pleasant surprise. It sort of snuck up on me even though I should have been expecting it) but straight after I was like, "That was nice... but I still want ice-cream." Is that concerning?
I've also gone into a sort of arts & crafts coma. First, the dress --> skirt then the various shirts --> half cardigans and now I've decided I'm going to create attachable straps to my black high heels to make them Mary-Janes. I think my feet have a weird shape because I tend to step out of my heels when I wear them. At first, I thought I was just buying my shoes all one size too big but when I just stood in them they fit perfectly. But then, after reading a comment from someone else about a tendency to walk straight out of her shoes, I realized that was my problem. I remember on graduation night I wore my new black heels and I was so terrified I was going to walk across the stage and step right out of my shoes and everyone would laugh and I would die...
Where's my velcro?
J
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Ode to Asian Bakeries
I have a slight obsession with Asian bakeries. For reasons as follows:
1. Omg, yum.
2. Omg, cheap.
I have frequented places like Esther's and Regent's in Perth. Fantabulousness like pineapple buns and red bean buns and egg tarts and all sorts of deliciousness will only run you at most $3 each (that's pushing it, it's more like $1.50-$2.50). You can buy a plain bun for $0.80 at Regent's last time I went.
It's self-serve with many choices. Compared to Western bakeries, Asian ones just have so much better stuff.
In our last holiday in China, we went to this street bakery type place with a window facing the street where they sold their wares. Let's just say... it was orgasmic.
J
1. Omg, yum.
2. Omg, cheap.
I have frequented places like Esther's and Regent's in Perth. Fantabulousness like pineapple buns and red bean buns and egg tarts and all sorts of deliciousness will only run you at most $3 each (that's pushing it, it's more like $1.50-$2.50). You can buy a plain bun for $0.80 at Regent's last time I went.
It's self-serve with many choices. Compared to Western bakeries, Asian ones just have so much better stuff.
In our last holiday in China, we went to this street bakery type place with a window facing the street where they sold their wares. Let's just say... it was orgasmic.
J
I Did Shit
I re-did this shirt to become one of those half-cardigan things. Does anyone remember this from before?
I bought these here 2 skirts. The one on the right is too big for me. Hopefully, I will grow into it...
Blended up frozen banana + cocoa powder, it was aiight.
I ate this, it was 45 cal.
I re-did a dress to make this.
This is the dress from whence that skirt (which I shall never wear) came; the loin from which the fruit was born so to speak.
It kills me that my momma's body is better than mine...In other news, I've said this before but Juliana Marguiles husband is so foine. http://gofugyourself.com/sag-awards-fine-played-julianna-marguiles-01-2012
He is a lawyer that went to Harvard and Dartmouth, he is super handsome, looks so good in a suit (fo shizzle, THAT is how suits are to be worn) and married an older woman? Dear Juliana, ever consider having an open marriage? Because I am now open for business.
J
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